Billy Joe Pavlov

She thinks of Billy Joe
Who knew to say “I love you”
In cotton fields of Texas
While crickets sang
And stars replied to fireflies.

She thinks of Billy Joe,
Californian swimming pools
And cream projectiled
From Coppertoned tubes
While she wonders what to say,
What to do

And thinks once more
Of her Billy Joe
Whose Panhandle
Summer love memories
Make her fingers move
Where Vaseline
And Venice Beach boys
Find her wonder too.

Now hero enters,
Naked giant
Phallus in hand,
While she salivates “Ooh, Baby. “

“Yeah, Baby.”

“Cut. It’s a wrap, people. Take ten.”